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* * * Evasive Maneuvers
* * * "Can't you drive any faster?" Renji said, nervously eyeing the flashing lights on the police cars behind them. "And not turn us both into smears on the pavement? No," said Rukia, giving the rearview mirror a quick glance. "Don't you worry, I've still got one or two tricks up my sleeve." She was speaking figuratively, of course, because she wasn't actually wearing any sleeves...she wasn't wearing much of anything in fact, her shiny halter top held in place with two or three strategically placed strings, leaving the whole of her back exposed. "Hold on," Rukia muttered, veering towards a gap in the railing of the overpass. "We're going to jump for it." Renji glanced at the freeway below them, and then at Rukia again, her hair blown back by the wind. There was still glitter on her shoulders from the club. He felt his mouth go dry. "Hey, Rukia," he said. "Assuming we survive this..." "Yeah?" "Wanna have sex afterwards?" "You're on," she said, and then there was a BANG! and a THUMP! and they were flying, flying through the air, into the sun.
glitterverse | bleach | fanfiction
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